No.

Angel did not turn to her fellow agent. Her face remained solemn as she sighed. "I found him but my time was cut off short," Angel finally muttered back. "I did manage to place a tracker on him, so we'll just have to see where he goes from the penthouse."

"Wait, where is he?" questioned Ava. "Why don't we try and..." before Ava could finish Angel grabbed her arm and directed her towards the outside club exit.

"Listen, I'll explain later but we go to go now," Angel sternly cut off Ava. Ava nodded and separated from her partner, but still making her way to the exit. Angel went to the furthest side of the bar and clumsily dropped off the tray. She also ripped off her golden mask and apron, leaving them on the floor next to the bar. Ava picked up her lace romper cover-up as both women walked with haste out the front door as shouts could be heard in the distance. Since the night was still young both women only waited a few minutes in silence, and hiding from the front doors of the club, before the valets dropped off their cars. And just like that, both agents were on their way back to the penthouse.

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Camelia's eye slowly opened as her attempted groan was muffled by something in her mouth. She suddenly became confused as noticed she was gagged with something that looked strangely like the panties she was wearing from earlier. As she attempted to remove the panties she could not wiggle her arms free. Confusion then lead to panic as Camelia found herself bound by the wrists and ankles, completely naked, and on the ground of the storage closet. Hoping that someone would be in the locker room, she inched over to the closet door and began to bang it with both feet. While she still couldn't speak or scream through her panty gag, she tried anyways hoping for someone to hear.

She heard the loud squeaky door to the locker room open, hoping to make even more noise for whoever walked in to hear. As her bare feet banged on the door she saw a shadow through the frosted window on the other side. Relieved, she banged the door one more time so the person on the other side could help her. She began to smile as the door slowly opened.

On the other side stood a beautiful woman in a dark red bikini whom Camelia had never seen before. Her body was so exquisite, Camelia thought that it was funny a supermodel would be her rescuer. Especially one with beautiful tan skin, bright green eyes, and golden-red hair that looked like fire. She began to think something was off as the beautiful woman just stared at her naked body. Camelia grunted and motioned to her restraints trying to get the woman to hurry up.

The tan woman looked to either side of her before taking a step in and closing the door behind her. Camelia felt her stomach drop as the woman's green eyes studied every inch of the naked woman's body. Their eyes met and Camelia could only lay there and watch as the bright green turned into a dark crimson color. The nude waitress suddenly felt frozen, unable to speak or move her body an inch. Camelia's mind became conflicted as her worry was slowly being overpowered with arousal from the sight of the woman.

"Well now," the woman whispered, "must be my lucky day." The fire haired woman pointed two fingers at Camelia's legs before slowly moving them to opposite sides. Camelia's legs followed in turn as her knees opened to either side, revealing her trimmed blonde pubic hair surrounding her glistening pussy. The woman chuckled to herself at the sight of Camelia already wet without needing to be touched. She knelt down and began to crawl over to Camelia. The bound blonde woman's mind was now dominated by lust. She only wanted to feel this strange woman's touch at any cost.

With a long and deliberate lick of her tongue, the woman gave what Camelia was aching for. Her juices now being lapped up from her soaking wet cunt, she gave a low muffled moan through her panty gag. The stranger began to kiss and lick Camelia's soft naked body, inching her way from her waist to her heaving bosom. Camelia's eyes locked into the crimson ones staring back at her as a soft pink tongue teased her erect nipples. She felt goosebumps as ends of the woman's golden-red hair brushed against her exposed skin.

Then the woman stopped and simply starred into Camelia's eyes. The blonde did not even notice the slender tan finger reach for her pussy lips and slowly **** its way in. Needing to cum more than anything in her life, Camelia began to buck her hips as much as she could against the finger inside her. This reaction caused the tan freckled face before her to grin. With her other hand, the strange woman removed the panty gag from her mouth.

"Are you mine?" whispered the woman.

"Yes, I am yours," the words seemed to flow through Camelia's mouth without any hesitation. Her enthralled mind was completely overcome with lust as the pleasure she felt spread throughout her body. She did not even react as white sharp fangs suddenly appeared in the smile of the tan freckled face woman. Her body began to spasm and her lips quivered as she finally exploded in ecstasy from the single finger inside her. Before she could scream in pleasure, she felt two small pricks on her neck as her face was covered with the strange woman's hair.

Camelia's face was screaming but only a breathy whimper escaped her lips. Her body was engulfed in a continuos orgasm she had never experienced while she felt her neck being sucked at. The blonde was frozen in ecstasy as the room began to become dimmer and dimmer. Then the room went black as Camelia drifted off.

The fanged woman fed for a few more minutes before being satisfied. She leaned back and studied the lifeless face of the bound woman before her. With her lips still covered in her victim's blood, the stranger gave a soft kiss on Camelia's lips and her left nipple, leaving red blotches before standing back up. She carefully wiped off the blood around her mouth with Camelia's panties before placing them back into her open mouth. Just as quickly as she entered, she walked out of the closet door and out of the locker room.

The woman made her way back to the outdoor club and walked straight to the cabanas. A random human red haired woman with pale skin almost bumped into her. She studied the woman walking away, making mental notes of her long legs, shapely ass, and silky hair. The woman looked back as their eyes met. Maybe I have time for one more, the woman thought.

"Mira, get in here," Victor called out from the cabana. Mira closed the curtain and decided to quit while she was ahead. "What the fuck Mira!" Victor quietly exclaimed as he took a napkin and wiped up a spot of blood from her cheek. "We better get the fuck out of here if you fed here this early and before the party!"

"Oh fuck off Victor," Mira calmly responded back, "I thought Vlad wanted us to be more active in the world."

"Don't be a smart ass," Victor rebuked, "you may be right but we don't want to jeopardize the party before it begins. Let's get out of here before your snack is discovered. And besides..." Victor then finished his glass of red wine and turned to Mira with a devilish grin. He then pulled off a small grey dot off of his shirt collar and showed it to Mira.

"We're going to have some interesting company tonight."